329: Sandra Smith_1
When Amelia returned to the villa that night, she had thought Sandra would be resting.
Unexpectedly, she was sitting on the couch in her loungewear, browsing something on her laptop.
Slightly surprised.
"You got divorced?"
"All resolved?"
The two asked at the same time.
Sandra's question was more straightforward.
Amelia, knowing that Sandra was somewhat reluctant, asked cautiously.
Quite different from Sandra's directness.
"I thought the process would be very lengthy, but actually, it was just lying down for ten minutes."
She spoke indifferently, as if it was not herself who had been on the operating table today.
As if it was an insignificant person, as if she had not gone to the hospital today to end a small life.
But to have a drink of water and use the restroom so simply.
Amelia took off her coat and put it on the couch casually: "Have you eaten?"
As Amelia spoke, she headed to the kitchen, intending to cook for Sandra.